Purr (1/2, could be read as a standalone)
[ default dragonborn Dark Urge x Gortash in this part, Dark Urge x Gale in Part 2 ]
Weekly meetings have become the norm between Gortash and The Dark Urge. At first, when their plan was still in its hatchling state, such meetings were indeed a necessity. But not anymore. Yet neither of the two men had put a stop to them. While they still occasionally discussed The Plan, the meetings have shifted into more casual and personal topics.
As usual, Gortash did most of the talking. He had more topics after all, leading a way more versatile life than The Dark Urge did. The Dark Urge didn't mind. He enjoyed listening to Gortash going on and on about his latest project. And while Gortash did not understand murder the way a bhaalian did, The Dark Urge marveled at his ability to come up with contraptions and plans that would do a far better job at killing than all of his father's subjects currently in the temple combined.
Gortash was showing him the blueprints, pointing at specific parts, going into technical details that The Dark Urge did not understand. But it didn't matter. Gortash's voice was washing over him, smooth and relaxing, like a gentle touch on his scales. The sofa he was sitting on was so soft, and the cackling fire so cozy.
It took him a few moments to realize where the new noise was coming from - this deep rumble, almost like a cat purring but not quite. As it happened, it was coming from him. The moment he started actually paying attention he could feel the vibrations in his chest and throat. He had learned that dragonborns could "purr", of course. He did have extensive medical knowledge of a wide variety of humanoid creatures. He just never thought he'd be the one to make such a noise. It was not in his nature. It should not have been in his nature.
"Are you purring?"
Gortash had moved close to The Dark Urge, curious eyes boring into him with intensity that could almost be physically felt. The purring stopped instantly but the damage was done. Gortash's lips stretched in a wide smile, clearly extremely satisfied with the situation.
The Dark Urge stood abruptly, giving a definite "no" to Gortash as an answer and then leaving swiftly, minding that his tail was not literally as well as proverbially between his legs.
It would be months before he purred again, and by that time he would not remember his first.
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Could I ask for your thoughts on why you say that Cassius should have been Crassus' political heir ?
so largely I’m half referencing this collection of quotes and the various attempts to fill in the space/grave with a body (like Cicero! Cicero was a contender for this!) and I’m sort of taking shots at Antony for fun and whimsy.
like in sports!! I gotta root for my man Cassius over Antony, especially because no one can actually fill the space left by Crassus after his death (literally, the political landscape makes this impossible), but Cassius assumes a command position due to everyone else (notably, Crassus) dying (so: inheriting Crassus’ leadership position) and wouldn’t be a bad follow up to Crassus in the realm of military command since they have a similar (strict, as opposed to friendly in a way is commonly associated with Antony) relationship with the men under their command.
& also bc Marcus Crassus jr seems to be disinterested in taking up space in the political spotlight on his return from the Gallic Wars otherwise I’d be advocating for him on the basis of family tragedy compounded. it’s time to fill the space/memory/grave of your father and brother, buddy!
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*whispers* i really like kate and anthony but i hate the overdrawn love triangle with her sister angle soooo much.... "if i marry her it's going to be sooo hard for me not to cheat on her w/ you :(" ...okay and WHO was the one who ill-advisedly proposed in the first place after nearly making out with kate in the back room?? goofy ass man....
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